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Topaz?

I'm a bit blurry still about Monday, but I remember some show you were really excited about? Something about Victorian London and a witch and Dorian Grey being a sex muppet?

St Valentine

For those needing a break from pink hearts, flowers and chocolates everywhere, not to mention the mushy movie marathon on every cable network, my suite has movies without romance, ice-cream of various flavours, other snacks and wine and beer. Come join us.

Well played

Thank you to whoever left me the pumpkin scone this morning. Nicely done.

Confession Time

For those who haven't worked it out yet, the pumpkin thing was a Halloween prank, orchestrated by your friendly neighbourhood Romani - Kurt, Meggan, Wanda and me - with a little bit of help from Kyle with his post about what is actually a true Rom legend. Hope you had fun, and if you have pumpkins left, donate them to Gar's charity pie drive.

Happy Birthday Johnny-Boy

So it's John's birthday. Not the fire one... wait, that doesn't work. Not the quiet, keeps to himself one... wait, that doesn't work either. Not the blonde...bugger. Wait, got it. It's the old man John, not the younger one. Any way, it's his birthday, so shower him with attention and love. He'll like it.




PS: John, once you're done trying to kill me, drinks are on me at Harry's.

Happy Birthday, Ange!

Your boyfriend probably has plans, but on the day you're not doing stuff, drinks at Harry's are on me.

Texts to Megan and Wanda

Text to Megan

1/1 Thanks tonnes for the birthday card, Pixie-girl. It was lovely. A.


Text to Wanda.

1/1 "Small mountain" was definitely a good description. My liver thanks you. A.

I don't know why I bother...

Apparently trying to grow my hair past a certain length is not on. Is there someone in the place who can clean up what's left after the last two inches of my braid got burned off?

Back

Just got in this morning - I'm so glad I can teleport, since the snow apparently has made everyone driving lose their minds. At least I managed to get out of the worst of it before I was out of city range.

And to think I left sunny beaches back in Genosha... And no, I didn't strangle Cammie and bury her on the beach. She's staying on to sort out some work stuff.

Any way, I'm back. Magic class, we'll be back on schedule for Thursday's session - hopefully you've behaved yourselves while I've been working.

Kurt, Meggan, apparently I missed both your birthdays. Which is not on. Family dinner on Friday?

No rest for the wicked...

Looks like I'll be working this festive season, along with a chunk of the Trenchcoats. Have fun, all, and if you can't be good, be careful. ;) See you in the new year, maybe sooner.

Ugh

Car alarms. In my head. Kill me.

For those who need it...

...Water, ibuprophen and coffee will be circulated. For those who believe in the healing power of grease, there will also be a fry up in the kitchen.

Happy Birthday, Ange!

You're probably out celebrating with Jean-Phillipe (and if you aren't, why the fuck not? ;)), but happy birthday, mate.

Topaz

Sorry for the delay in saying something, shite got weird with work.

Following on from my last post with all the swearing, Topaz has left the mansion for a bit. For those who might not know, she's an empath, and the whole M-Day thing was pretty rough on her, so she's taking a time out in India. She'll be reporting in once a week and tabs will be kept on her - I won't jinx things by saying she should be all right, but yeah. That's the plan.

As far as the local mutant politics, India's probably a bit safer that most - they have the Imperial Guard as their national security force, and they're all open mutants - and Topaz is good at keeping her head down. Once she's had some time to get her head together, she'll be back.

9th Jul, 2015

Bloody buggering fucking hellfire.

Now I have to wait fuck knows how many hours for a flight to land.

Ow.

Back to the land of the living - apparently when you try to siphon off the power of someone trying to turn into a god, it has side effects. At least I'm speaking English again.

Things have been going on while we've been away, I see. Fish-men from Atlantis not being the least. Let me get a cuppa and I'll wade through my email and the journals and write myself a to-do list, apparently.

Also - hello, all you new people. Amanda Sefton, resident witch.

I did something.

We - meaning mutants in general, some of us in specific - lost a lot on M-Day. I just wanted to create something that remembered them, you know? Prof X thought it was a good thought.

There's always a first time, eh?

So, at the top of the main stairs, in that little alcove-type thing, you'll find a table set up with places for flowers if people want to leave them and this:



Stone's agate - those in the know say it's a stone of healing, protection, strength and harmony. The flame's been tweaked a little, so it'll never go out, never need fuel.
So, there's this town in Sussex that really takes Guy Fawkes Night seriously. And this year, they had the perfect "guy" to set fire to: Vladimir Putin. In one of those horrifying men's hammock bikini things.

Since sharing is caring:













OOC: We can thank Walks for this.

Guy Fawkes Night

Otherwise known as "that obscure English holiday where Amanda lights a fire and feed Jubilee with sugar until she explodes fireworks". Up on the brownstone roof, starting at sunset. All welcome, but bring your own booze. ;)

Happy birthday, Angelo!

Drinks on Friday at Harry's? My shout. And the Demons're playing, so you get to make the traditional birthday song request.

...

What's this I'm reading about live chess pieces running around and attacking people?

Billy, what the hell did you do now?

Ugh

You know, being depressed sucks. But you know what sucks even more? BEING DEPRESSED BECAUSE YOU HAVE A CITY MOPING IN YOUR HEAD BECAUSE A BLOODY FOOTBALL TEAM LOST THE WORLD CUP!

Seriously, London, suck it up. I don't need this right now.

You drove me to this, Billy

I'm about to do something I have never resorted to, ever.

A .gif.




This is totally your fault, Billy Kaplan. Now stick it on your bloody wall and memorise it.

How is it the 17th already?

I mean, I just stepped 'into' Kiev for a couple of hours to check up on things in the Ukraine, and now it's Thursday?

Oops. Time flies when you're in a city having a rebellion.

Um, so happy birthday, Gar. Drinks later?


Wait, if it's Gar's birthday, that means mine was sometime earlier this week. Double oops. Still, it explains the mystery cupcake that appeared in the fridge.

Sharing is Caring

So, I realised the other day that my "anniversary" of arriving at Xavier's was this month, and I went digging through old journal posts. And I found the stuff about when I turned Jake into a frog. On my second day.

Ah, memories. And a note for my magic class - never try transformation spells on shapeshifters, or they might actually work.

Happy birthday, Blue!

Many Happy returns to my big brother. :) Between demon surprises and healing the sick, I didn't have time for a surprise family visit, but I do have something for you from Stefan and Mirela - I might have done a fly-by 'porting visit.

Holiday plans

So, Laurie's post reminded me - I'm planning a Christmas Day celebration for friends, family and Trenchcoats at my place. Well, in the common area on the second floor, since my apartment's not the Tardis.

Magic 101 Class

You'll be having Doc Strange teaching you tomorrow, since I'm in Madripoor on a last-minute job. Have fun. ;)

Trenchcoats and hangers on

New Orleans-style lunch buffet in the conference room, in honour of Remy's not-birthday! All from pre-approved restaurants. Plus, there's cake.

Whoops

Looks like birthday celebrations got out of hand last night - today's been very, very quiet. Not that I regret any of it - it was a great birthday bash.

Now, where's the aspirin?
They say you shouldn't speak ill of the dead, but what if it's the truth? I'm glad to see the old battleaxe is finally gone - as someone who had the luck to go through the remnants of her fucked up welfare system, I'm not terribly sorry that she's dead.

Wherever Pete is, no doubt he's doing a jig to celebrate.

She'll kill me for this...

... but happy birthday, Topaz. ;)

Happy Birthday Boss Lady!

Well, a day late 'cause I was on a job, but better late than never, eh?

Szardos Family Dinner

All, those from the mansion who are coming to this, I'm waiting outside with the mini-van. We've booked the banquet-room of this German place Kurt recommends, so prepare to be stuffed to the gills with food. ;)

Well, that was different.

Londoners were confused....

I'll say they were. And not just the people - ever wake up early in the morning with an entire city going "WTF!" in your head?

Still, giant rubber duck beats out guardian spirits of the city, any day.

Huh.

Anyone seen Adrienne? We were going to have lunch yesterday and she stood me up...

Home again, home again.

Back from Muir. We had... well, not a good time exactly, but I'm glad I went. Sort of. Moira and Nate are doing as well as can be expected, I suppose. I really don't know.

Any way, back home and catching up on things. Anyone care to give me a summary of the last week so I don't wind up staying up all night reading journals?

Head's up

Angelo, Sooraya and I are heading over to Muir on Sunday, probably for a week. Personal stuff. We'll stay in touch.

Reminder

For all of you freaking out about how to explain going AWOL for a bit, the Prof took care of it, remember? Quarantine, notifications to work and school, all that? There was a post and all.

Anyway, that's what I'd use.

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Head's up

Nico and I are heading over the mansion to clean up the protection wards, maybe add a few around the grounds. Anyone else want a lift, the Broomstick has a few seats left.

Congrats are in order

Kudos to the littlest youngest Szardos, Meg, who got accepted into Empire State today. So proud of you, monkey girl. :) First one of us to go to uni properly.

(And turning 25 wasn't enough, because now I feel old.)

You know it's a good birthday when...

...it takes you all of Sunday to recover. Thanks everyone for a brilliant birthday bash, and for the presents. I could handle this getting older thing if it was this good every year. ;)

And the expression on Strange's face when he realised just how old I was? Priceless. Poor bugger taught me magic back in the old days and has a habit of thinking I'm still seventeen.

Open Invite

I realised last night today's my birthday. My 25th, to be exact. To help me get my head wrapped around this idea, I'm inviting my mates for drinks at Harry's Hideaway. See you all there at 7:00 tonight.

Huh

I think I've gotten more Valentine's stuff this year than I ever did when I wasn't single*. Thanks all. I might have to get Nico to roll me around the office after all this sweet stuff!

(*just joking, Ange ;))

Grasshopper?

Was it you that left me this brilliant tea chest thing? There's enough tea here to last me the year!

WTF?

Angie? What the hell did we do to my hair? I look like a bloody zebra with these black streaks!

(at least we didn't cut it - thanks for that bit of sanity, mate)

I must be bonkers...

Seeing how much I hate snow, Colorado for New Year's is kind of odd. But! There is a hot tub and booze and good mates and, most of all, no eldritch horrors or magically-significant places there, so it'll be a good break. See you all on the other side of 2011.

Surprise!

Happy birthday, Blue. Did you like the surprise family invasion? ;)

(Poor Stefan. Me driving him through New York was hard on his nerves. ;) )

Urgh

I think I threw up my spleen. Bloody food poisoning.

On a related note, Nico, can you bring everything we have on curses around to my apartment? Plus, I need to pick your brain about that charm you destroyed on Halloween. Anything you can remember about it.

Remember, remember...

Remember, remember, the fifth of November,
The gunpowder, treason and plot
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.


I'll be having my usual Guy Fawkes thing on the brownstone roof tonight. A couple of beers, a bag of fireworks and a fire in a trash can. At least I don't have to worry about hedgehogs in my bonfire pile, yeah? Usual suspects, new suspects, all welcome.

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